Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars.

The burly man waited in the parking lot of Hearst College. It was a hot day and he was now becoming agitated by how late the person he was meeting was. Then, came that bright yellow Nissan Xterra it quickly parked only feet away from where the man was standing. The man walked towards it. Stopping at the passenger seat's window. He lightly knocked a couple of times. The window slowly came down, revealing an unkept Logan Echolls.

" Come in. " Logan said looking at his rearview mirror, checking to see if any campus guards were around.

The man opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. He shut the door after.

" You got the money? " He asked, giving Logan a harsh look.

Logan opened the glove compartment taking out a roll of bills and dropping them into the man's lap. The man quickly snapped off the elastic band that had been fastened around them and counted the money.

" What? Don't trust a rich boy like me? "

" You don't know who you can trust in this town. "

Logan took a look out of his window.

" Yeah. That's true. "

" Here. " The man said, holding out a paper bag.

Logan took it. Then took a quick peek at the contents of it. It all looked authentic enough for his liking.

" Look who aint' trusting now. "

" There's a big difference between the two of us. "

The man laughed slightly.

" I don't know if that's true no more Echolls. You sure as hell haven't been looking like a rich boy lately. "

Logan smiled lightly. The man looked at Logan, really examining him. A thick goatee had become apart of Logan's face. There was stubble around the rest of the areas where you could tell he had shaved once to shave but didn't bother to keep up with it. His hair had been left alone for a long while as well; strands of it would fall over his face often.

" I best gets out of here Echolls. See you for the next run. " The man said, getting out of the Xterra and walking off back into Neptune.

Logan sat in his car, shoving the paper bag into the glove compartment and closing it. He brushed the hair off of his face and saw a petite little blonde walking to her car, through his windshield. She stopped and fiddled through her purse to find her keys. He watched her, thinking about her in ways that are probably better off left in his own head. She finally gets hold of her keys but not before looking around and noticing a familiar car. Veronica looks at Logan for a second, at first not recognizing him. After a few moments she knows who it is. She, weakly, smiles at him. He smiles back, and then starts the ignition of his automobile. Logan backed out of the space and drove off. Veronica watched as he left the area. She couldn't help but wonder how he had been. It must have been at least three months since she had last seen him. He was looking rough then, but now he didn't even look well at all. She wasn't sure if she should blame herself for that, but that most likely would have been the case.

*****

Logan stepped into his new Neptune apartment. He had to move away from the old place. It was starting to put too much strain on him and he couldn't have that, not anymore. He ended up leaving the old place to Dick, which he didn't seem to be too against, but now Logan could only imagine the things that go on in there night by night. Logan dropped the paper bag onto his coffee table, and then sat on the couch shoving his hand into the bag. More than a handful of small bags fell onto the table. All of them filled with heroin. Logan opened one, sniffing it to see if it might not be quite what it was last time, and that goes back a long way, but that is almost never the case. He just happens to have one of the best dealers in Neptune. He's not so sure if that has to do with luck or if it's simply because he's Logan Echolls. He walks into his kitchen opening his cutlery drawer. Moments later he finds himself walking back to the heroin with a spoon. He drops it on the table, and then pulls out a lighter. He only needs one more thing at this point. He keeps all his instruments in a little pack, but where has he left it? He finds himself in his bathroom, raiding through the cabinet. Where the hell has he left it? If he has to keep looking for it then it might not be worth the reward. That's not true though, I think we all know that.

*****

Veronica sits in her bedroom, still thinking about the boy she saw in the Hearst College parking lot earlier that day. She thinks about calling him, but he probably won't pick up. She still wants to know what's going on with him. She wonders who would know. She heads towards her phone as an idea pops into her head. She dials a number and her phone starts to ring.

" Hey Ronnie. Long time no talk. " Dick Casablancas said, wondering why she had been calling.

" Hey Dick. Look, I'm calling because I wondered what was going on with Logan."

" Oh ... Well I don't know if I can really help you. He hasn't spoken to me much. "

" Really. He's ignoring you? "

" I guess. I haven't seen him in about three weeks. "

" He keeps himself well hidden. "

" Huh? "

" He lives there and you haven't seen him in three weeks, that sounds pretty stealthy. "

" Ronnie, Logan doesn't live here anymore. He moved out a while ago. "

Veronica was now worried and quite surprised. She never thought Logan would move away from Dick. That seemed like a bit much.

" I had no idea. I thought ... Why did he do that? "

" I haven't got a clue. He just announced it one day and a couple a days after that, he was out. "

" How you holding up? "

" I'm alright. It's a nice place. Just a little worried about him. "

" Yeah ... Me too. "

Veronica didn't know what to think now.

" Could you tell me his new address? " She asked.

" Yeah, he lives down by the beach, number seventeen on Stanley Avenue. "

" I know of it. Thanks Dick. "

" Not a problem Ronnie, and keep in touch from now on, I get a little worried about you sometimes too. "

" Thanks for the concern Dick. I'll see you. "

" Yeah Ronnie. Later. "

Veronica hung up the phone. She wasn't sure when would be the right time to just drop in on Logan. She knew that would be the only way to see him, unless she wanted to wait until he just happened to be at Hearst College's parking lot again. That made her wonder why he was there in the first place.

*****

Logan sat back on his couch. His shirt is off for he was too lazy to hold his sleeve up. He had found a vein and had punctured it so perfectly. He released it slowly into his bloodstream, just savoring it for as long as he could. He loves the feeling. He's loved it since he first used it. It had to have been ... Wow, at least six months ago now. That in it's self should be worrying, but he's just had a hit. Nothing is important right now. Absolutely nothing.

*****

Veronica lied in her bed staring up at her ceiling. She thought about what happened after Logan had beaten the boy who spread that sex tape of her all over. She remembered how easy it was for her to end it with Piz. Then find herself at Logan's that night. She never forgot there night of passionate sex, which she now missed. Of course it didn't go much further than that. They tried to make it work but after a couple of months the whole thing ended, like it usually did, and again Logan took it badly. He fell into some depressed state and believe it or not started acting like even more of a jackass. It had been a long stretch of nothing but occasional bump in's at Hearst, or just noticing each other in public places, but mostly hearing about some of the stupid things he'd been doing. That went on for a good three months, until Veronica got a chance to properly see him at one of Dicks party's.

*****

Veronica stepped into the house after Dick had let her in.

" Hey Ronnie. Glad you could make it. "

" Yeah. This should be fun. "

" You know it. "

Dick left her to go dance with some girl. Veronica ended up standing around and casually talking to somebody for a few minutes whenever she could. She didn't drink a whole lot and was starting to get a bit sick of the whole scene. She walked into the Kitchen, planning to dump her drink and get out of there. Until, she noticed someone sitting on the counter drinking a beer.

" Ronnie not having any fun? " Logan asked mocking the pouting face she used to make at him all the time, which he actually loved.

" Someone like being an asshole? " Veronica asked, slightly hurt at Logan's actions.

" Relax. I'm only joking with you. "

" Well don't. "

" Yeah. Yeah. "

There was a short silence between the two of them. Veronica wanted to break the ice.

" How are you? "

" Well ... I'm not gonna' lie. I've been better. "

Veronica nodded not really sure of what to say.

" I'm sure you've been fine though. I know you Veronica, tough as bricks. " He said, sipping his beer.

" I don't think you're being fair. "

" Oh, I'm really sorry. " He said, giving her some sloppy smile.

Veronica now realized how intoxicated he actually was.

" You're drunk, Logan. "

" I know. "

" You should go to bed. "

Logan slid off the counter and started stumbling out of the kitchen.

" That's a good idea Ronnie. "

Logan looked as if he was about to fall in a couple of seconds, so Veronica ended up holding his shoulders and guiding him into his bedroom. Once there, Logan collapsed head first into his pillow, hardly moving at all. Veronica did the decency of taking off his shoes and putting them in the corner of his room. She went to his doorway, about to leave. Then turned around to have one last look at him. He moved his hand to a picture on his night table; it was a picture of her, from last summer when they spent an entire twenty-four hours on the beach. She remembered that day because it was just so them. Logan kissed the picture and set it back on the table, passing out moments later. This brought a tear to her eye. She just wanted to cuddle up to him right there and then, but she couldn't and he probably wouldn't remember in the morning anyway, which would only freak him out. She thought about doing it for just a minute, but her brain quickly told her that she would just end up staying the whole night anyway. She left after that. Walking through the dieing party. Ignoring everybody, she quickly opened the door and walked down to the elevator. It didn't take long for it to open up and she stepped inside thinking about him. He wasn't over her. She wasn't over him. Still, she didn't want to do anything about it. Trying to get back into his heart now would be cruel because of how raw it was. She knew it would end again, and that would probably kill him, both of them.

*****

Logan splashed ice-cold water on his face. It slowly ran through the long hairs on the small region of his beard. He scratched the water out of them so they'd dry. Logan took a look at his arm the vein he punctured wasn't healing over and had been bleeding for a short time. Logan wiped it with some antiseptic and applied a bandage after. Someone held Logan from behind, taking a look at what Logan just bandaged up.

" That could get infected. " The female voice said, concerned.

" It's alright. Didn't bleed that much. "

" Okay. "

Logan turned around to see her. Giving her a deep kiss, all while pushing her up against the bathroom wall. She ran her hands trough his greasy hair. She could control his head just by pulling it around. Logan began to pull off the shirt she was wearing. He made a trial of kisses down the skin of her stomach. She wrapped her legs around his body. He walks her into the bedroom. Standing in front of the bed he drops her onto her back and climbs on top of her. It all dissolves into a collage of heated mindless sex. After it all ends Logon rolls off of her. Not remotely thinking of the woman beside him. He's thinking of someone far more special. He can't have her anymore. Not in this state. He hates that. So he takes what he can get, like this new girl. She's nothing like the one he saw in the parking lot today. She's actually the opposite. She's tall, long dark hair falls down to her shoulders, she's some sort of rebel, hates the law and hates justice. Logan wonders how he ever got involved with that. He remembers quickly. A word that starts with an, H. He turns to his side. Reaching to his night table, pulling the drawer open. A picture of her is now in a small frame. Twenty-four hours on the beach. That was one hell of an accomplishment. He remembers everything, as if it were yesterday, and he's not so sure that's a good thing. He gives the picture a light kiss. Something he's been ding for far too long. In fact, he himself is starting to question his sanity. He places the photograph were it was and then hiding it away. He rolls onto his back. Sleeping will be the last thing he's doing tonight.